Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

I the exterior is great; the interior is breathtaking. The grey marble floor shines, the walls are painted white which makes the reception even wider. Flat screens are hung all along the walls, some showing a list of names I don’t recognize, others show the news and the rest a music channel. Speaking of music, the English version of Adagio sung by Lara Fabian is playing— I love it. Men and women in elegant black suits are walking, a tablet in their hands. All of them look very young, perhaps the same age as me. Welcome back sir, is what they say to the man who brought me.

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

The shelves are lined with rare vintages and top-shelf liquors, promising a delightful selection for even the most discerning palate. As I take in the details, from the intricate crown molding on the ceiling to the marble flooring underfoot, I feel a sense of awe at the meticulous attention to detail. The crown molding is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, with intricate patterns and gold accents that catch the light just so. The marble floor, cool and smooth underfoot, is a perfect canvas for the room's lavish furnishings.

She had been staring at the polished black marble floor after she was done with the meal Nickison had given her, the surface on the floor was reflecting the dim light from the ornate chandelier like shards of broken glass when a plate was suddenly set in front of her. The rich aroma of garlic bread wafted up, causing her stomach to growl as she licked her lips in anticipation.

'Lola another lesson you should remember not to forget. The white and marble floor beneath my feet seemed to stretch out for miles like ocean waves and above my head an enormous and grand Chandler dangled elegantly from the high ceiling, the hallway had large and beautifully molded panels which looked damn expensive, my jaw dropped on the floor as I continue pouring courses on devil, what if I had actually left,how will I get a chance to step into such a place in my f**king life again.

Cold. That was the first thing my mind registered. Not the gentle coolness of morning air or the refreshing chill of river water. No. This was the kind of cold that seeped into bone and memory, the kind that felt like someone had tossed me onto a slab in a meat freezer and then forgotten about me. My cheek was pressed against something smooth and icy. Marble. Of course. The High Realm loved its dramatic flooring choices. If it was not gold, it was marble that could give a corpse goosebumps.

I could feel my heart race the moment his hand came in contact with my back, nerves raced through me to a place that had been starved for years. I shouldn't be reacting to him this way, but I did anyway. It felt silly from an old me perspective, but the new me was a more updated version of my old self. We walked through the Black, shiny flooring. A marble Staircase with a lacquer shine and a sparkling chandelier. However, I wondered, If I pulled back a corner of the Wallpaper. . . Would it bleed red? If this world was as Transparent as glass, soft splats would drip a pool to the marble Floors.

The ceiling lights cast a soft glow on the polished marble floor, complementing the long, elegant corridor that stretched ahead. Jasmine and polished wood scented the air — a beguilingly muggy degree of elegance. The soft pat of their steps echoed, and the sharp knuckles of Sofia's heels shattered all their sounds like swords.

Not a soul, not a sound, came from any direction, only the sound of our feet clicking on the marble floors. I couldn’t imagine what his surprise could be.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The music started, and Alfred guided me to the dance floor. The room transformed as the lights dimmed, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the polished marble floor. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, their reflections dancing like stars in the mirrored walls. The melody was a waltz, delicate and elegant, wrapping around us like a comforting embrace.